Sweet Lord Almighty in Heaven on High. I’m 57, my legs are shot to hell from diabetes and infection, I’m disabled, and all I’d need to pass this clown show would be 90 days of rehab therapy to get over those elementary school obstacles. (I’m great at crawling in my current configuration.). Other than that, I can field strip and qualify with my AR as well as I did in the army. If they started a Silver Hair Reserve Squadron, I’d actually re-enlist. Back in the day, drill sargeants would apply boot-to-ass 24/7. I’d have this current crop washing my car for me. I’d be handed a chestful of fruit salad just based on my experience. A service ribbon with a silver MacIntosh attachment. LOL